Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.

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"Hey, I worry that                    
music's our only shared thing."    
            "It's fine. That's enough"
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Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.